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She tugged at the starched white apron of a chateau maid, the black dress hugging every curve the war hadn't rationed. "This corset is a more effective interrogation device than a pair of pliers," she muttered, adjusting the lace collar that did nothing to conceal her primary assets. The mission was simple: infiltrate General Klaus von Hammer’s soirée, locate the D-Day invasion plans hidden in his study, and signal the incoming airstrike.

Mackenzee Pierce, known by her code name "The Duchess," was their secret weapon. Her Royal Air Force uniform, a crisp blue serge that strained magnificently across a chest that had made wing commanders forget their own flight plans, was her armor. Tonight, however, it lay folded in a laundry hamper. Tonight, she was in disguise. She tugged at the starched white apron of

She slipped away, climbing the servant's staircase to the second floor. Von Hammer’s study door was locked, but a hairpin from her impossibly coiffed blonde hair and a soft click later, she was inside. There, on the mahogany desk, was the leather folio. She photographed each page with a miniature camera hidden in a powder compact. Mackenzee Pierce, known by her code name "The

The dress sagged, revealing the edge of a lacy black bra and the pale, freckled swell of her chest. For one crucial second, Von Hammer’s gaze was locked exactly where she wanted it. Tonight, she was in disguise

That was all the time she needed.

"A lady's possessions are her own, General," she said, voice steady.

The game was up. But Mackenzee Pierce didn't panic. She had another weapon. Slowly, deliberately, she reached for the top button of her maid's dress. Then the next. "You want to see what I'm hiding, General?" she asked, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper.